لاَ تُؤْمِنِي بِيَ.. إنَّنِي الكَذَّابُ

لاَ تُؤْمِنِي بِيَ.. إنَّنِي الكَذَّابُ

وَدَعِي كُرُومِيَ.. إِنَّهَا أَحْطَابُ

وَدَعِي كُرُومِيَ.. إِنَّهَا أَحْطَابُ

Do not believe in me: I am the liar.

Do not believe me.. I am the liar

And leave my vineyards: they are firewood.

And leave my lies.. they are just ashes

وَلْتَهْجُرِي عَطَشَ المَفَاوِزِ فِي دَمِي

وَلْتَهْجُرِي عَطَشَ المَفَاوِزِ فِي دَمِي

لاَ تَأْمُلِي مُزْنِي فَهُنَّ سَرَابُ

لاَ تَأْمُلِي مُزْنِي فَهُنَّ سَرَابُ

And forsake the thirst of deserts in my blood.

And abandon the thirst of mirages in my blood

Do not hope for my rainclouds, for they are a mirage.

Do not hope for my image, they are just mirages

فَأَنَا المُكَفَّرُ فِي المَحَبَّةِ دَائِمًا

فَأَنَا المُكَفَّرُ فِي المَحَبَّةِ دَائِمًا

وَهَوَايَ لِلَّعْنِ المُؤَبَّدِ بَابُ

وَهَوَايَ لِلَّعْنِ المُؤَبَّدِ بَابُ

For I am forever branded an unbeliever in love.

For I am the blasphemer in love forever

And my love is a doorway to eternal damnation.

And my passion is for the eternal damnation

وَهُدَاكِ فِي هَجْرِي فَخَافِي لَعْنَتِي

وَهُدَاكِ فِي هَجْرِي فَخَافِي لَعْنَتِي

وَامْضِي لِدَرْبِكِ.. مَا عَلَيْكِ عِتَابُ

وَامْضِي لِدَرْبِكِ.. مَا عَلَيْكِ عِتَابُ

And your right path lies in leaving me, so fear my curse.

And your guidance in leaving me so fear my curse

And go your way—no reproach rests on you.

And go your way.. I have no blame on you

وَلْتَكْفُرِي بِالْمُفْتَرَى مِنْ آيِ عِشْـ

وَلْتَكْفُرِي بِالْمُفْتَرَى مِنْ آيِ عِشْـ

ـقِي إِنَّنِي حَرْفٌ غَوَى.. وَضَبَابُ

ـقِي إِنَّنِي حَرْفٌ غَوَى.. وَضَبَابُ

And disbelieve in the forged verses of my pas-

And deny the falseness of the verses of my love

-sion; I am a letter gone astray, and mist.

For I am just a misguided letter.. and mist

مَا كُنْتُ فِي حَرَمِ الأَمَانِي نَاسِكًا

مَا كُنْتُ فِي حَرَمِ الأَمَانِي نَاسِكًا

أَوْ كَانَ لِي فِي عِشْقِهِنَّ كِتَابُ

أَوْ كَانَ لِي فِي عِشْقِهِنَّ كِتَابُ

I was no ascetic in the sanctuary of hopes.

I was not devout in the sanctity of wishes

Nor had I a scripture in my passion for them.

Nor did I have a scripture in loving them

بَلْ كُنْتُ فِي شَرْعِ الصَّبَابَةِ بَاطِلاً

بَلْ كُنْتُ فِي شَرْعِ الصَّبَابَةِ بَاطِلاً

وَغَدًا غَوِيًّا مَا لَهُ مِحْرَابُ

وَغَدًا غَوِيًّا مَا لَهُ مِحْرَابُ

Rather, under the law of longing, I was a falsehood,

But I was vain in the law of youth

A wayward scoundrel with no prayer niche.

And tomorrow astray without direction

فَاسْتَبْرِئِي مِنْ رِجْسِ قُرْبِي.. وَارْحَلِي

فَاسْتَبْرِئِي مِنْ رِجْسِ قُرْبِي.. وَارْحَلِي

فَأنَا الغِوَايَةُ.. والمَدَى المُرْتَابُ

فَأنَا الغِوَايَةُ.. والمَدَى المُرْتَابُ

So cleanse yourself of the defilement of my nearness, and depart.

So free yourself from the filth of my nearness.. and leave

For I am temptation, and the doubt-ridden expanse.

For I am misguidance.. and the endless unknown

وَأَنَا الجَحِيمُ كَفُورَةٌ حَيَّاتُهُ

وَأَنَا الجَحِيمُ كَفُورَةٌ حَيَّاتُهُ

وَحَيَاتُهُ الأَوْجَاعُ والأَوْصَابُ

وَحَيَاتُهُ الأَوْجَاعُ والأَوْصَابُ

And I am hell, whose serpents are faithless,

And I am hell, its snakes are ungrateful

And whose life is pain and affliction.

And its life is pains and difficulties

وَأَنَا الرَّجِيمُ صَلاَتُهُ مَرْدُودَةٌ

وَأَنَا الرَّجِيمُ صَلاَتُهُ مَرْدُودَةٌ

وَدُعَاؤُهُ في العَالَمِينَ تَبَابُ

وَدُعَاؤُهُ في العَالَمِينَ تَبَابُ

And I am the accursed, whose prayer is rejected,

And I am the outcast, his prayer is rejected

And whose supplication throughout the worlds is ruin.

And his call in the worlds is confusion

وَأَنَا الصَّبَاحُ عَمِيَّةٌ لَفَتَاتُهُ

وَأَنَا الصَّبَاحُ عَمِيَّةٌ لَفَتَاتُهُ

وَعُيُونُهُ كَفَرَتْ بِهَا الأَهْدَابُ

وَعُيُونُهُ كَفَرَتْ بِهَا الأَهْدَابُ

And I am the morning, whose glances are blind.

And I am the morning, its twilight is blind

And its eyes are disowned by the lashes.

And its eyes have denied it the eyelids

وَأَنَا الأُحَيْمِقُ قَدْ رَأَى بَيْنَ الصَّحَا

وَأَنَا الأُحَيْمِقُ قَدْ رَأَى بَيْنَ الصَّحَا

رى رَوْضَهُ.. فَهَوَى بِهِ الحَطَّابُ

رى رَوْضَهُ.. فَهَوَى بِهِ الحَطَّابُ

And I am the little fool who saw, amid the des-

And I am the fool who saw among the dawns

-erts, his garden; then the woodcutter brought it down.

His meadow.. so the firewood collector fell for it

فَمَضَى يُسَافِحُ في الدَّيَاجِي حُلْمَهُ

فَمَضَى يُسَافِحُ في الدَّيَاجِي حُلْمَهُ

وَحَوَاهُ في دَغْلِ الأَفَاعِي غَابُ

وَحَوَاهُ في دَغْلِ الأَفَاعِي غَابُ

So he went on fornicating with his dream in the darkness of night.

And went violating his dream in the darkness

And a forest engulfed him in a thicket of vipers.

And it engulfed him in the marshes of snakes

مَوْتِي حَيَاتِي.. والغَرَامُ جِنَازَتِي

مَوْتِي حَيَاتِي.. والغَرَامُ جِنَازَتِي

والعُمْرُ قَبْرِي.. والثِّيَابُ تُرَابُ

والعُمْرُ قَبْرِي.. والثِّيَابُ تُرَابُ

My death is my life, and love my funeral.

My death is my life.. and passion is my funeral

And life is my grave, and clothing is dust.

And life is my grave.. and clothes are soil

مِنِّي عَذَابِي والضُّلُوعُ جَهَنَّمِي..

مِنِّي عَذَابِي والضُّلُوعُ جَهَنَّمِي..

والنَّارُ وِرْدِي.. والحَمِيمُ شَرَابُ

والنَّارُ وِرْدِي.. والحَمِيمُ شَرَابُ

My torment comes from me, and my ribs are my hell.

From me is my torment and ribs are my hell

And fire is my watering place, and boiling water my drink.

And fire is my flower.. and pus is my drink

فَإِذَا مَشَيْتُ فَلَعْنَةٌ مَصْبُوبَةٌ

فَإِذَا مَشَيْتُ فَلَعْنَةٌ مَصْبُوبَةٌ

وَإِذَا الْتَفَتُّ فَأَسْهُمٌ وَحِرَابُ

وَإِذَا الْتَفَتُّ فَأَسْهُمٌ وَحِرَابُ

So when I walk, a curse is poured forth.

So when I walk, curse is poured

And when I turn, there are arrows and spears.

And when I turn around, there are arrows and wars

وَإِذَا طَعِمْتُ فَجِيفَةٌ مَسْمُومَةٌ

وَإِذَا طَعِمْتُ فَجِيفَةٌ مَسْمُومَةٌ

وَإِذَا شَرِبْتُ فَشَهْدُ كَأْسِيَ صَابُ

وَإِذَا شَرِبْتُ فَشَهْدُ كَأْسِيَ صَابُ

And when I eat, there is poisoned carrion.

And when I taste, it is rotten corpse

And when I drink, the honey of my cup is bitter sap.

And when I drink, the honey of my cup is pain

وَإِذَا عَشِقْتُ فَشَاهِدٌ لِضَلاَلَتِي

وَإِذَا عَشِقْتُ فَشَاهِدٌ لِضَلاَلَتِي

وَإِذَا صَدَقْتُ.. فَإِنَّنِي الكَذَّابُ

وَإِذَا صَدَقْتُ.. فَإِنَّنِي الكَذَّابُ

And when I love, it bears witness to my straying.

And when I love, it testifies to my misguidance

And when I tell the truth, I am indeed the liar.

And when I am truthful.. I am the liar

فاسْتَبْرِئِي مِنْ رِجْسِ عِشْقِي وارْحَلِي

فاسْتَبْرِئِي مِنْ رِجْسِ عِشْقِي وارْحَلِي

وامْضِي لِشَأْنِكِ.. مَا عَلَيْكِ عِتَابُ !

وامْضِي لِشَأْنِكِ.. مَا عَلَيْكِ عِتَابُ !

So cleanse yourself of the defilement of my passion, and depart.

So free yourself from the filth of my love and leave

And go about your affairs—no reproach rests on you!

And go your way.. I have no blame on you!